Message-ID: <25006asstr$962820643@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: news.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: Night Writer X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} Surrendering Sarah {Night Writer} (nc, wife) [2/?] Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2000 14:10:43 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, Vulpine Surrendering Sarah by Night Writer Chapter 2 She retreated to the bathroom an hour earlier the following night. When I didn't hear the shower, I quietly tried the door. It was locked. She appeared at 9:30, fished her keys from her purse, and headed for the front door. She paused, and turned to look at me. I tried to read what was in her eyes, but found I couldn't. She had dyed her chestnut hair black, and wore a deep red shade of lipstick I didn't recognize. Her flat little belly heaved in and out just above the freshly shaved cleft that now seemed more his than mine. She looked away, opened the door, and ran into the night, ebony hair rebounding again and again from bare, white shoulders. I heard the car start, then pull away. It would deliver her, naked and cold, to another man - a man who's demands I refused to imagine. --*-- By midnight, she was in our bed, beside me. Her bare arm was soft and cool against my chest. A wet, fleshy thigh draped itself over my legs as I lay in the darkness, unable to move or speak. She had to tell me everything. He wanted it that way. "He makes me keep him hard. I take his cock out when I get there, suck it until he's hard, and keep it that way while I'm with him. He likes to play with me. He pulls and twists my nipples. He licks me, um, all over - my neck, breasts, tummy, then between my legs. He makes me dance to his favorite songs, like a stripper. He invited two of his friends over to watch me. He made me play with myself in front of them while I danced. He said he'd let them rape me if I didn't do as he wished. After they left, he carried me to his bed and had sex with me. He made me beg him to put his cock in me. He made me beg him to cum inside me. When he did, I had to thank him for filling me with his cum. He said I had to tell you all this, and - oh god, I'm so sorry, Honey - that his cock is huge, so much longer and thicker than yours, and that I told him I'll be his slut for as long as he wants me." I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes were wide and uncertain, just inches away. She seemed precariously balanced between reality and something even she failed to understand. She wanted comfort, sympathy, and reassurance, while his semen dried to a thick paste between her thigh and mine. "He wants me again, tomorrow. I have to go. Please, forgive me." There was nothing to forgive. I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep to come quickly. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+